Life isn't so easy for spiders. This morning, I was pushing my daughter on one swing and admiring the rather large web attached to the adjacent swing, and the architect of same. This fellow's probably an inch and a half across (toe-tip to toe-tip) and has obviously had a hard life so far:

Stated the other day that I was going to abandon the cellphone camera for the older digital slr; in the event, I looked outside and the slr went right back into the camera box! No weather for old cameras. ;-)

So here's the local E-Type Jag-waar, cellshot again, instead, in front of one of the boats in the marina. As I remember it, those cars were about two thousand and two hundred pounds when they were being produced... now, you can pay over a hundred grand for one of the old things. Crazy, or what?

Oh well, Walter, nobody remembers those musical things anymore other than we gentlmen of experience. But, I do remember these particular things with four wheels all too well; just like the E-Types, in fact... When I was an apprentice at Rolls-Royce, one of the other guys in the same year owned a brand new 220 SL (I seem to think it was 220, but might have been 190) for a while... so, not only the impoverished and impecunious sought refuge in industry. I had a run in it one lunchtime (as passenger, of course) and felt very grand indeed, but nobody I knew saw me. Bugger, such angst; such a wasted opportunity to crow!

I am driving a Merc at the moment. The gearbox on my little Postman Pat van shit itself on Thursday and a friend has loaned me her little A-Class. In an A-Class I doubt it matters much whether your friends see you or not.

Took myself back to an old haunt for lunch this time, if only because the Port place I prefer is closed on Saturdays, and I just couldn't face fending for myself today - tomorrow is enough.

Well, walking from the car where it gets parked under the plane trees, one passes this old factory that I shot some years ago when I got my D200. As if to show that even ruins aren't ever left in peace, here's a piece of local art that took my fancy. In colour it actually looks pretty, but I prefer the menace of black/white.

I suppose it proves that, for better or for worse, once they have bitten you, cellphones aren't going away any time soon.

For what it's worth, and especially to keep Walter happy, I recommend viewing to the soothing balm of this:

Thanks, guys; it's a nice example of what I always imagine is available at the drop of a hat in most big cities, if you dare visit the parts other snappers leave alone. This being a small town/large village, I put it down to the chance discovery of something odd.

Slobodan, the gist of what you wrote about shooting pix of kids was worrying me all the time that I was processing this shot; I was wondering how some nutter might misconstrue it, but concluded that since I didn't set it up, then it's just reporting what already is. It's a sad day when one feels these worries.

It's a great shot, Rob, and you're right: it is a sad day. Without the joy of kids the world can become a pretty depressing place. Instead of inhibiting it our world should be encouraging photography that shows that joy.